Volume 1, Chapter 45: Seeking Confirmation from Aunt Li

Even as Xiahou Yuan raged with the ferocious might of a descending demon god, Gongsun Ming remained utterly unfazed. Spurring his steed forward, he let out a thunderous roar, and just as their horses crossed paths, he launched the opening strike with a fierce and overbearing spear thrust.

Before leaving, Fan Jiaohua glanced back at Mu Daoxuan and Zhou Lu, sighed, and turned to follow Jin Wanchun.

The moment Duan Yingzhuo began executing his sword stance, Liu Tingfeng instantly sprang to his feet. Dodging the lock of Duan Yingzhuo's sword intent, he simultaneously unleashed his most powerful sword technique, the Universe-Dancing Wind.

Although the might of the karmic fire was immense, its primary capability did not lie in offense. Therefore, even with the aid of the karmic fire, it could only ensure that the vines and roots were not incinerated by the Bipolar Flames. As for breaching the defensive perimeter of the Bipolar Flames, it fell somewhat short.

"Heh, you are using the exact same demonic arts twice over. Have you run out of tricks?" Qingfeng sneered.

Only he knew the reason behind this. The internal affairs pageboys kneeling below had no inkling of Lord Taishang's thoughts; trembling all over, they desperately wanted to survive yet dared not offer any resistance.

Although three days of gaming time would allow a seasoned player to reach level ten or even unlock a skill, taking on twelve opponents single-handedly was exceedingly dangerous.

How could one comprehend without touching? How could one smelt without comprehension? How could one master without smelting? And how could one adapt to circumstances and use the supreme power of karma to reshape the physical body of a past life without mastery?

Seeing the tense expressions and resolute looks on their faces, it was abundantly clear that before setting out, their clan had issued them strict, unyielding orders.

The exchange of opinions had already taken place several days prior, so at this moment, Pang Tong naturally had no need for superfluous words. With a smiling nod, he rose to his feet, shook his wide sleeves, and walked leisurely toward the camp gates.

He never expected that it would be Lei Zhiyi—a person who had vanished from his life for a very long time.

What, did he still think she would write something on it and play some note-passing game with him?

Mother Ye's eyes were as pristine blue as if untainted by a speck of dust, yet an innate aura of absolute authority leaked out without the slightest concealment.

Jin Jiang's face was flushed, but her gaze was resolute and her voice devoid of any undulation, revealing something akin to absolute despair that sent a shiver through anyone who looked at her.

In truth, their membership was not large; some families consisted of only a few people. Naturally, this referred solely to the core figures, not excluding the odd-job workers. Because they were not backward, some would still hire workers to handle chores and domestic duties within their estates.

At that time, Lin Haixin was still alive, kept utterly sleepless by my mother's ruckus. Because my mother was dead-set against letting me go, she had dispatched Lin Haixin in the middle of the night to persuade me. Having no other choice, Lin Haixin could only follow my mother's instructions and come talk to me.

Moreover, owing to the sharp pain he felt, he had entered a berserk state, slamming me heavily against the ground. I clearly heard the sound of my own bones snapping.

Chen Yin looked toward Meng Xi, only just learning that the assistant Meng Xi had spoken of was actually the wife of the Third Young Master Mu.

"Yes, yes, Lord President. Is there anywhere else that needs cleaning?" Gu Meng said hastily, wearing a rather flattering expression.

"Then, Qinghuan, would you mind taking Youye and waiting for me ahead?" Folding her hands together, Lin Xinyue turned and earnestly pleaded with Qinghuan.

Xiao Yi frowned, his domineering aura fully exposed. His bone-chilling gaze slowly swept across every officer and soldier on the vessel, making their spirits involuntarily freeze. It was an imposing presence that commanded awe without the need for anger.

Li Hongzhang, however, remained utterly silent for a long time. The steward, Old He, also fell into deep thought, and the room seemed to grow quiet in an instant.

"You actually know of the Immortal Venerable? Could your memory..." At this point, Consort Mi paused mid-sentence before asking, "Who did you hear about this from?" Her voice carried a trace of bewilderment.

Hearing Li Tianfeng's words, the guard's expression turned awkward. Recalling how he had previously treated Li Tianfeng, he quickly blurted out, "Please, I'll escort you inside!" His voice was filled with heartfelt respect.

With a heavy thud, the burly, thick-set figure of the bearded man crashed straight down, sprawling flat on his back upon the pedestrian walkway at the roadside, landing in a thoroughly ungraceful posture.

At first, the two men refused to believe such good fortune existed, but after Li Weikai flew them in a helicopter to inspect the site in person, they decided it was worth a try.

At some unknown moment, tears welled up within Nangong Yuewu's eyes. Seeing this, everyone present felt a jolt of shock in their hearts. Wasn't it said that drought demons could not shed tears? Because drought demons were originally transformed from corpses, the concept of emotion simply did not apply to them. Yet now, she looked just like this.

Seeing me remain silent and uncommunicative, Sword Maniac wore a somewhat nervous and uneasy expression. He had no idea how I intended to settle him.

Yet from Wen Qin's perspective, it looked as though he had been hauled back for some sort of struggle session, and one could practically read the screen-overflowing sympathy right in Shijiwei's eyes.

Over these three months, the disaster of the Dragon Clan's destruction had occurred, plunging them into a catastrophic crisis. And humanity, naturally, fared no better, suffering heavy losses.

During a boss battle, the system recognized only the target guild member and other members of the same team. Aside from them, regardless of your faction or guild, everyone else instantly turned hostile red names.

The temporary invincibility of NPCs did not mean they were immortal. Wen Qin walked into the range of Dewdrop, waiting for the other party to mount up and carry her.

At that moment, a voice that should have faded far into the background of my memory began to echo once more within my mind.

Her eyes turned bloodred in an instant, and she let out another piercing, grating shriek.

I glanced at Xu Feng. Though his carefully devised strategy had been exposed right to his face, this fellow's face remained unblushed and his breathing steady, a dashing and carefree smile still plastered across his face. Hey, where on earth do people buy the kind of courage that lets them smile even after their modesty has been completely and thoroughly ripped away?